Abandoning my husband and son, I raised my six daughters to live happily

Before the manager could finish what he said, Wen Hao had already opened the door and walked out.

The female manager quickly followed him on high heels.

At this time, Meng Yourong was drinking alone with her head down. When the box door opened, she subconsciously looked over.

It was Wen Hao and the middle-aged female manager.

"Mr. Liu, you are here today. Our Ah Hao usually doesn't take on this kind of work. This is the first time. Ah Hao, please say hello to the landlady."

"Hello bosses, I am Ahao."

"Okay, okay, come here quickly and sit next to our manager Meng."

As Old Liu said this, he quickly gave up his seat next to Meng Yourong.

When he looked up, he found that Wen Hao was standing motionless.

The female manager saw Lao Liu's gaze and explained quickly.

"That's right, our Ahao's prices are different from others."

Lao Liu suddenly said clearly.

"Hey, it's just extra money. It doesn't matter. You can just agree on a price."

"Others are fifty-one, but our Ah Hao is a little more expensive. It costs..."

She was about to offer eighty yuan and was waiting for the customer to bargain down.

However, before she could say anything, Wen Hao spoke before her.

"two hundred."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the box was stunned.

Two hundred yuan is too high, it's a sky-high price.

Even if you take the most popular person in the store out to spend the night, it will only cost you two hundred yuan at most.

And this is just for drinking.

Isn't Wen Hao crazy?

Old Liu paused while taking the money from his wallet and looked at the middle-aged female manager.

"Two hundred yuan, just for company, did I hear you correctly?"

The female manager didn't know what to say for a moment.

At this time, Meng Yourong, who had been silent until now, suddenly laughed out loud. She raised her eyes, her voice full of disdain.

"Do you think you are worth this price? Who gave you the confidence?"

She was intentionally humiliating.

I thought Wen Hao would immediately throw a cup at her, scold her severely, or have a quarrel with her.

Yet none of these.

Wen Hao met Meng Yourong's gaze and raised his lips like a philistine.

"Whether it's worth the price or not, I have the final say. I'm here to sell. What do I want without money? If you don't have money, don't come out to play. If you can't afford me, you can buy someone else. Everything in our store is cheap. "

This really doesn't sound good.

The female manager suddenly turned pale and scolded her.

"Ah Hao, why are you talking to the guest? Apologize to the guest quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Hao spoke without hesitation.

"sorry."

Meng Yourong's eyes were suddenly filled with surprise.

Why did Wen Hao apologize so easily?

Except for the face in front of him, there is no shadow of Wen Hao before.

Seeing that the customer and Wen Hao had a falling out, the female manager suggested.

"This price is indeed a bit expensive. If you can't accept it, can I find another group of people to come over and let the bosses choose again?"

Everyone's eyes fell on Meng Yourong.

Meng Yourong swallowed his saliva and said in a deep voice.

"No, it's up to him. It's just two hundred yuan, I'll give it!"

As she said this, she casually took out two hundred yuan from her wallet and threw it at Wen Hao.

She provoked again.

She didn't believe Wen Hao could continue to endure it.

But the result disappointed her again.

Wen Hao immediately squatted on the ground to pick up the money, as if his eyes were wide open when he saw the money.

Then he very skillfully picked up the bottle and poured wine for her.

"Guest, you are so rich and discerning. I like such a generous guest like you."

He said flatteringly, holding the wine glass to Meng Yourong's mouth.

"Guest, I will serve you a drink."

How could Wen Hao become like this!

Meng Yourong was fed up with him being like this.

She subconsciously raised her hand to block it.

The wine spread all over Wen Hao.

The white shirt had been torn to pieces by Wen Hao. At this time, his chest was half open. Part of the wine was spilled on the clothes, and part of it was spilled on the chest, dripping down the abdominal muscles, which was hidden under the belt.

This was an emergency situation. Seeing this, Meng Yourong's nerves became tense and she subconsciously wanted to apologize.

Unexpectedly, Wen Hao spoke first.

"It doesn't matter. If the guest likes it, you can pour the whole bottle of wine on me. I'll play with you whatever you want."

He said with a wink, took Meng Yourong's hand and put it on his abdominal muscles.

Every performance is full of hints.

Meng Yourong was not an ignorant little girl. The moment her hand touched Wen Hao's body, it was like she was electrocuted, and she subconsciously wanted to take her hand back.

But Wenhao held her wrist firmly, preventing her from escaping easily.

Helpless, Meng Yourong closed his fingers and tried to keep a distance so as not to touch Wen Hao's abdominal muscles.

She glared at Wen Hao with suppressed anger.

"What are you going to do?"

Wen Hao raised his lips and spoke ambiguously into her ear.

"What's wrong? Don't the guests like it?"

too close.

Hot air sprayed on her ears and neck, and she subconsciously wanted to escape.

She felt her heart beating faster, and she hated herself.

Wen Hao had already treated her like that, how could she still be easily aroused by him.

Meng Yourong didn't want to admit that she still had feelings for Wen Hao, and she didn't want Wen Hao to underestimate her.

She tried her best to hide her emotions and spoke word by word.

"dislike!"

"Then what do you like? As long as you are willing to pay, I will accompany you to whatever you want to play tonight. We can change places at any time as long as you want."

Meng Yourong is no longer the ignorant little girl she once was. She understands what Wen Hao means.

She pushed Wen Hao away with disgust in her eyes.

"Do you love money so much? You would sell anything for money?"

Wen Hao seemed to have no temper. He grabbed Meng Yourong's hand again, held it in his hand and said.

"I already work in a place like this. Isn't it obvious? You haven't said what you like yet. You have to tell me so that I can serve you better."

As he spoke, he put Meng Yourong's hands on his abdominal muscles and winked ambiguously.

"The customer doesn't like abdominal muscles? How about touching something else?"

He led Meng Yourong's hand down against his abdominal muscles.

Lower and lower.

he asked, pressing her hand to his belt.

"Do you want to untie it?"

Meng Yourong really couldn't stand the way he looked down on her. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she took out her hand and punched him.

A red mark immediately appeared on Wen Hao's handsome face.

"Wen Hao! How did you become like this? Why do you want to ruin yourself? Why?"

Meng Yourong's roar attracted everyone in the audience.

Wen Hao, as if he didn't know the pain or shame, held Meng Yourong's fist and kissed it.

"So you like this. You play so wildly. As long as you give me money, I can cooperate with you. You can play as you like and hit as you like. If you want to hit me wherever you want, if you haven't hit this side of the face yet, hit this side."

As he spoke, he stretched out his face, as if he was resigned to being tortured in any way he wanted.

The smile on Wen Hao's face made Meng Yourong furious.

Her head was buzzing, she turned around and saw the wine on the coffee table, picked it up and poured it directly on Wen Hao's head.

"Aren't you just playing casually? This should be okay, right?"